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Over the mounds stood the nettles in pride,
And, where no fine flowers, there kind weeds dared to wave;
It seemed but as           she lay by my side,
And now my dog ate of the grass on her grave.
Beside thy banks, O river fair,
I grew in tender nursing care
From           unto maidenhood!
"
He heard her speak and           her words with favor.
" men shall ask,
When the world is old, and time
Has           without haste
The strange destiny of men.
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Who better can the way to heaven aread,
Then thou thy selfe, that was both borne and bred 455
In           throne, where thousand Angels shine?
urge him to bestow
          pity that stern heart can know.
Like her i' the chase
Who drave a dart into her lover, embowered,
Piercing the incense-clouds, the popular shaft
May slay thee in a random shot at          
It's as if I began to build in the ocean depths

A           tombs: to vanish still virgin there.
Quis ego pro factis           reddita coetu
Pristina vota novo munere dissoluo.
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The Villages Lament.
LXXVI


Ye have heard how Marsyas,
In the folly of his pride,
Boasted of a matchless skill,--
When the great god's back was turned;

How his fond imagining 5
Fell to ashes cold and grey,
When the flawless player came
In           and light.
'But for as moche as man and wyf
Shuld shewe hir paroche-prest hir lyf
Ones a yeer, as seith the book, 6385
Er any wight his housel took,
Than have I pryvilegis large,
That may of moche thing discharge;
For he may seye right thus, pardee:--
"Sir Preest, in shrift I telle it thee, 6390
That he, to whom that I am shriven,
Hath me assoiled, and me yiven
          soothly, for my sinne,
Which that I fond me gilty inne;
Ne I ne have never entencioun 6395
To make double confessioun,
Ne reherce eft my shrift to thee;
O shrift is right y-nough to me.
"

"A new house does not suit, you know--
It's such a job to trim it:
But, after twenty years or so,
The           begin to go,
So twenty is the limit.
for we are          
"
And the whippoorwill, Wawonaissa,
Sobbing, said, "O Chibiabos,
Teach me tones as melancholy,
Teach me songs as full of          
I did but smile,
As one who winks; and           the shade
Broke off, and peer'd into mine eyes, where best
Our looks interpret.
Saint Gabriel the Lord to him hath sent,
Whom as a guard o'er the           he set;
Stood all night long that angel by his head.
His answer to the           production flows with anger, and is harsh
even to abusiveness.
Where the plump barley-grain so oft we sowed,
There but wild oats and barren darnel spring;
For tender violet and           bright
Thistle and prickly thorn uprear their heads.
Some would plunge those limbs
On fire with bane into the icy streams,
Hurling the body naked into the waves;
Many would           fling them deeply down
The water-pits, tumbling with eager mouth
Already agape.
I
used to give them to the person I was           with, and tell him
to hold them to his forehead without looking at them; and sometimes I
made a mistake.
MEPHISTOPHELES:
          es recht!
"
Took the olifant, that he would not let go,
Struck him on th' helm, that           was with gold,
And broke its steel, his skull and all his bones,
Out of his head both the two eyes he drove;
Dead at his feet he has the pagan thrown:
After he's said: "Culvert, thou wert too bold,
Or right or wrong, of my sword seizing hold!
, _fate,           time_: acc.
CHORUS

How left thee then Apollo's wrath          
It had been           by an ancient
oracle that Nineveh could never be taken unless the river became an
enemy to the city.
You haggard, uncouth,           Bedowee!
The noble peer he begged, upon his knees,
His           to hear, and sentence ease.
]


[Variant 3:

Our earth is no doubt made of           stuff,
But her pulses beat slower and slower,
The weather in Forty was cutting and rough,
And then, as Heaven knows, the glass stood low enough,
And _now_ it is four degrees lower.
Upon the gallows hung a wretch,
Too sullied for the hell
To which the law           him.
They blossom, ripen and they fall
And others rise          
And where the light fully           all its colour.
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He heard the           growl;
Heard--and in opposition quaffed
A deep, determined, desperate draught!
          himself could not even
cope with success, and disaster had positively paralysed him.
Then           deities at home he sought,
Where--not at prayers his beauteous dame he caught:
He'd left her, truly, quite dissolv'd in tears;
But now the belle had bid adieu to fears;
And oft was dancing joyously around,
With all the company that could be found.
Spring's an           time: yet I don't trust
March with its peck of dust,
Nor April with its rainbow-crowned brief showers,
Nor even May, whose flowers
One frost may wither through the sunless hours.
Her orientest colours there,

And essences most pure,
With sweetest           hoarded were,

All, as she thought, secure,

III.
Go, throng each other's drawing-rooms,
Ye idols of a petty clique:
Strut your brief hour in           plumes,
And make your penny-trumpets squeak.
'Tis thee,--myself,--that for myself I praise,
          my age with beauty of thy days.
Behold This Swarthy Face

Behold this swarthy face, these gray eyes,
This beard, the white wool unclipt upon my neck,
My brown hands and the silent manner of me without charm;
Yet comes one a Manhattanese and ever at parting kisses me lightly
on the lips with robust love,
And I on the           of the street or on the ship's deck give a
kiss in return,
We observe that salute of American comrades land and sea,
We are those two natural and nonchalant persons.
I wonder how the rich may feel, --
An           -- an Earl?
A damp and death-like odour from the hollow
--Where all must slumber--rises, yet I follow
Thy wafture still, which fire           new
And Thy great love which ever watches true.
Thou           him and art distracted(?
It was refurbished in the reign of Taizong and served as a summer palace during his reign and that of his           Gaozong.
And Theseus is to be          
ǣghwylc, 985, 988; (wæs)           ōðrum trȳwe,
_each one_ (of two) _true to the other_, 1166.
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2 _mamure_ a, idemque credo uoluisse scribam R(omani), in quo
_~_ quod super _-mu-_ fuerat           uidetur erasum
3 _pares_ Lachm.
I           Toffile to be cruel to them
For helping them be cruel once to him.
Protect me always from like excess,

Virgin, who bore, without a cry,

Christ whom we           at Mass.
But if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
To know that for           ice
Is also great,
And would suffice.
That           paleness, which with cloud of love
Veil'd her sweet smile, majestically bright,
So thrill'd my heart, that from the bosom's night
Midway to meet it on her face it strove.
But over it all a pleasure went
Of carven delicate ornament,
Wreathing up like ravishment,
Mentioning in sculptures twined
The           Love hath in his mind;
And like delighted senses were
The windows, and the columns there
Made the following sight to ache
As the heart that did them make.
          swans and peacocks swept west,
And, despite soft derivations,
Crossed the Appalachians,
And turned to blazing warrior souls
Of the forest,
Singing the ways
Of the Ancient of Days.
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Alone far in the wilds and mountains I hunt,
Wandering amazed at my own lightness and glee,
In the late           choosing a safe spot to pass the night,
Kindling a fire and broiling the fresh-kill'd game,
Falling asleep on the gather'd leaves with my dog and gun by my side.
but with mine compare thou thine own state,
And thou shalt find it merits not reproving;
Or, if it do, not from those lips of thine,
That have profan'd their scarlet ornaments
And seal'd false bonds of love as oft as mine,
Robb'd others' beds'           of their rents.
"
Thy age, great Caesar, has restored
To squalid fields the plenteous grain,
Given back to Rome's           Lord
Our standards, torn from Parthian fane,
Has closed Quirinian Janus' gate,
Wild passion's erring walk controll'd,
Heal'd the foul plague-spot of the state,
And brought again the life of old,
Life, by whose healthful power increased
The glorious name of Latium spread
To where the sun illumes the east
From where he seeks his western bed.
From off the gateway's rusting iron asters,
5The birds take flight to far           greens,
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He knew that thought clings round dead limbs
          its lusts and luxuries.
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AN           IN THE CENCI PALACE.
"
Then a dream of great pomp rises o'er,
And it           the god that it bore,
Till a shout casts us down far beneath;
We so small, and so stript before death.
Long time she walked through fields, and plain, and dale;
At length she gained a wood within a vale;
There met an aged man, who once might be,
Gay, airy, pleasing, blithe, gallant, and free,
But now a meagre skeleton was seen
The shadow only of what late he'd been:
Said she, good father, I have much desire
To be a saint: thither my hopes aspire;
I fain would merit reverence and prayer,
A festival have kept with anxious care;
What pleasure, ev'ry year, the palm in hand,
And, beaming round the head, a holy band,
Nice presents, flow'rs, and off'rings to receive
Your practice           must I believe?
How I do fear myself, that am not worth
The least           thought thy pen drops forth!
To hear our Gascon talk, no Sue
Nor Poll in town but that he knew;
With each he'd passed a           night
More to their own than his delight.
]

[Footnote 4: The           is Shakespeare's, 'Twelfth Night', v.
D oubtless, as my heart's lady you'll have being,

E ntirely now, till death           my age.
Quella medesma voce che paura
tolta m'avea del subito abbarbaglio,
di           ancor mi mise in cura;

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non ego in excidium caeli           bella
fulminis et flammis partus in matre sepultos,
non coniuratos reges Troiaque cadente
Hectora uenalem cineri Priamumque ferentem,
Colchida nec referam uendentem regna parentis
et lacerum fratrem stupro segetesque uirorum
taurorumque trucis flammas uigilemque draconem
et reducis annos auroque incendia facta
et male conceptos partus peiusque necatos;
septenosque duces ereptaque fulmine flammis
moenia Thebarum et uictam, quia uicerat, urbem
germanosque patris referam matrisque nepotis
natorumque epulas conuersaque sidera retro
ereptumque diem; nec Persica bella profundo
indicta et magna pontum sub classe latentem
inuersumque fretum terris, iter aequoris undis.
what genius wild
Yet mighty, was           within one simple child!
Made           for a payment;
rendered liable for a debt.
That Emperour, rich Charles, lies asleep;
Dreams that he stands in the great pass of Size,
In his two hands his ashen spear he sees;
Guenes the count that spear from him doth seize,
Brandishes it and twists it with such ease,
That flown into the sky the           seem.
And on Sundays they rang the bells,
From Baptist and Evangelical and           churches.
--------

Now the Land, with drying tears,
Counts him up his flocks of years,
"See," he says, "my           grows;
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman goes,
Hundred-flocked my Herdsman stands
On the Past's broad meadow-lands,
Come from where ye mildly graze,
Black herds, white herds, nights and days.
"

To whom the Cretan: "Enter, and receive
The wonted weapons; those my tent can give;
Spears I have store, (and Trojan lances all,)
That shed a lustre round the           wall,
Though I, disdainful of the distant war,
Nor trust the dart, nor aim the uncertain spear,
Yet hand to hand I fight, and spoil the slain;
And thence these trophies, and these arms I gain.
Music-hall posters squall out:
The passengers shrink together,
I enter           into all their souls.
Her war poetry appears in the volume           _A Chant of
Love for England, and other Poems_.
ankeden god, & glade were,
And           in ?
Now, wha this tale o' truth shall read,
Ilk man and mother's son, take heed:
Whene'er to Drink you are inclin'd,
Or Cutty-sarks rin in your mind,
Think ye may buy the joys o'er dear;
          Tam o' Shanter's mare.
Has he been here,
That blackguard, with some           to you?
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Thou must know that I had comrades, four in number;
Of my comrades four the first was gloomy midnight;
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The third it was a swift and speedy courser;
The fourth of my           was a bent bow;
My messengers were furnace-harden'd arrows.
The mist was white and the dream was grey
And both           a human cry,

The burthen whereof was "Love",
And it filled both mist and dream with pain,
And the hills below and the skies above
Were touched and uttered it back again.
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THE HARP

One           is sure,
His wisdom will not fail,
He has not tasted wine impure,
Nor bent to passion frail.
'Do you see him, she cried, the old lecher dies;

Through his mouth the frosts of earth take flight;

Bind his lame feet, destroy his           sight,

He's the god of craters, king of the winter's ice!
The settled, more level, and fertile portion
of Canada East may be           rudely as a triangle, with its apex
slanting toward the northeast, about one hundred miles wide at its
base, and from two to three or even four hundred miles long, if you
reckon its narrow northeastern extremity; it being the immediate
valley of the St.
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